MasukDerek Hale POV
"Look at this shiny pink stone, it is the big legendary moon gem of the Beacon Moon Territory," I say, opening the tiny box inside the silver box that moves up and down. "The Argent Silvermoon Pack does not even know I have enough resources on this card to buy their Silvermoon Alpha Holdings ten times over."
"Well, well, if it is not the weak little Derek!" Scott Hale says, stepping right in front of me with blue flowers in his hands. "You look like a sad lost pup today."
"Move out of my way, Scott, I do not want to talk to you."
"Look, everyone, Malia's little lapdog is barking at me! The Argent family finally threw you out of the pack house, didn't they?"
"I said move, Scott."
"This looks like a cheap piece of junk you found in the dirt! Malia of Silvermoon would never want this garbage from a nobody."
"Stop! Do not touch that!"
"Oops! Look at it roll on the floor!" Scott laughs, knocking the box right out of my hand. "Wait, is that the 7.5 million gem from the Moonstone Healing Labs? How did a poor young pack healer like you steal that?"
"Pick it up now, Scott, or you will be sorry."
"Grab him, bodyguards! He is a thief and a nobody who does not belong in our Beacon Moon City Core!"
"You think your guards can save you?" I yell, and I hit Scott right across his face with my hand.
"Ah! My tooth!" Scott screams, flying back into the wall and spitting bright red blood on the floor. "You hurt me!"
"Get him!" the two big guards shout, running at me with their big wolf claws out.
"Too slow," I say, and I hit them both in the nose with two fast punches until they fall asleep on the floor.
"You are a monster!" Scott cries, shaking on the ground like a scared pup.
"Derek! What did you do to Scott?" Elder Irene, Talia Argent, screams as she runs out of the Alpha Council Chamber with Malia. "Did you lose your mind?"
"He touched my things, Talia."
"You are just angry because Malia broke the eternal lunar bond, you crazy rogue! I will make you pay for hurting Scott!"
"Malia, do you really believe I just hit him for no reason?"
"My pack business is none of your concern, Derek, but you should not start fights in the Silvermoon Alpha Tower."
"Malia, your ex-mate is a psycho! He stole the 7.5 million legendary moon gem just to make you look at him again!" Scott yells, holding his big swollen face.
"What? Derek, did you really steal the King of Diamonds gem from the Lunar Healing Order?" Malia asks, and her face gets very dark and mad. "I always wanted that gem for our Moon Gala, but not like this!"
"He is a poor pack healer, Malia! How else could he get a royal pack treasure?" Talia barks. "I should have never given that box back to him!"
"Is that what you think of me, Malia? You think I am a thief?"
"Being a poor omega is not a crime, Derek, but stealing to look big just makes me hate you more!" Malia yells, pulling out her small talk-box.
"We are going to the Silver Fang Healing Center now," I tell my driver inside the big black territory runner.
"Ring! Ring!" my talk-box goes, and it is Malia calling me again.
"What do you want, Malia? We are done."
"Derek, listen to me right now! Turn your body in to the Alpha Elder before the guards catch you! That gem is worth 7.5 million pack resources!"
"I did not steal anything."
"Stop lying, Derek! Scott and all my pack helpers saw you with it! If you go to the cells now, Silvermoon Alpha Holdings can use our power to keep you from getting locked in a cage!"
"You trust Scott over me after three years in the same den?"
"The owner of that gem is a scary territory alpha, Derek! I cannot protect you if they track your scent!"
"I do not need your protection, Luna Queen Malia. Call the guards if you want, I am not scared of your rules."
"Derek, why are you being so" Malia starts to shout, but I shut the talk-box off.
"I cannot believe he just cut me off," Malia tells her mom, looking at her hands. "The old Derek never talked back to me like that."
"I told you he is just an ungrateful rogue, Malia," Scott says, smiling with his bloody mouth. "It is a good thing you dropped him before he dragged our whole pack down."
"Stop talking, Scott, it makes me mad," Malia says, turning her back. "Why are you even here at the Silvermoon Alpha Tower today?"
"Ouch, my face hurts," Scott groans. "Did you forget about the big moon feast tonight for the Moonborn Refuge? Every powerful alpha in the Crescent Ridge Territory wants that land, and we must win it!"
"You are right, we need to go to the Shadow Pack Stronghold now," Malia says.
Stiles leaves the healing sanctuary lost in deep thought, his massive army of black-suited enforcers following behind his boots in an intimidating parade. Just then, an understated, heavy black carriage pulled by four massive warhorses pulls up directly to the sanctuary entrance, blocking the trail.His young enforcers move forward to confront the carriage, outraged that any beast would dare block Stiles' personal path. However, when the heavy leather window rolls down, revealing a stern, older wolf with piercing grey eyes, several of Stiles' more experienced subordinates immediately back off with pale faces, ordering the younger recruits to drop their weapons."Kid, step inside. Let us have a short chat about your borders," the old wolf invites with a small smile.Stiles forces a pleasant smile back onto his face, but his boots obediently step up into the carriage without a single word of protest.One of the newer enforcer recruits whispers in total shock to an older warrior, "Sam, w
Before his metal can even graze my leather, I move at an unbelievable, blinding speed, my fingers snatching the bone handle right out of his grip. With a swift, downward strike, the sharp blade pierces completely through Bobby's open palm, driving deep into the solid wood of the table, pinning his hand down.Immediately after, a piercing, high-pitched scream of agony erupts from Bobby's throat as the intense pain overwhelms his warrior mind.The elite onlookers, including Francesca, stand frozen in absolute horror."Bobby Shadow-Claw got taken down by this pretty boy doctor?""But Bobby is a trained shadow killer, an ex-military brute of the wars!""It is not that Bobby's wolf is weak... this packless guy is just incredibly, savagely strong!"With one hand pinned bleeding to the wood, Bobby snarls through his gritted teeth, "If your wolf has the balls, kill me right now! Otherwise, I swear on the moon I will end your name!"Before his mouth can finish the threat, I grab a heavy bottle
Derek Hale POV"Your tiny wolf is absolutely nothing compared to Jackson's royal bloodline," Malia Argent tells me, her voice cutting through the thick lodge air like a freezing winter gale. "Your muzzle cannot even bark a basic thank you, but Jackson can easily express gratitude to the whole territory. Derek, your inner wolf has changed, and not for the better. Whatever, do what your small paws want."She tosses her silver head in total disgust, smelling nothing but poor pack behavior from my seat. To her mind, my lone wolf is not acting like a proper male at all. This bitter moment only makes Malia fully confident that Jackson Whittemore is the absolute right Alpha candidate to sit on the Silvermoon Throne beside her flank.She turns her back to my face, looking directly into Jackson's charming eyes. "Let us leave this mountain circle. My wolf does not want to remain in this uncomfortable den anymore."Jackson flashes his perfect, blinding smile, his expensive leather armor gleaming
Cora thinks my mind has completely snapped. "Derek, shut your jaws! Don't your ears know Bobby is the best shadow fighter Alpha Stilinski commands from the south? My claws cannot protect your hide if you keep running your mouth to a killer!" She turns her face to Bobby, her voice very tight. "Bobby, this male is a friend of my den and Lydia's line. Can our tongues talk this out later? Maybe your pack could let his head off the hook today?"Bobby laughs out loud. "I am afraid that is not possible for my hunt. This punk messed with Alpha Stilinski's border business yesterday afternoon. The supreme boss wants his flesh taken care of personally." He continues, looking back at Cora, "Ms. Hale, please tell the Bloodclaw Pack Heiress it is nothing personal against her line. This guy not only ruined Alpha Stilinski's plans, but his head is also acting all high and mighty even with my hunting knife biting the wood. That is a huge disrespect to my name and my Alpha."Cora has to admit my wolf i
Derek Hale POV"Do not let your wolf worry," I tell Cora, keeping my voice very flat. "My hands will wear a tight leather blindfold, and my claws will not actually touch your fur."Cora lets out a long, shaky breath after my words, but her cheeks still look as red as a fresh kill because her inner wolf is so embarrassed.Right then, the leader of the mountain sanctuary claps his heavy paws together to get everyone's attention."Listen up, high packs! I know your ears have all been wondering who sits on the secret throne of our Oakridge Circle. Well, the moon is good to you today. The supreme master of this mountain is right here, and his claws want to pour sweet berry juice for every single throat to make a new pack alliance!"The whole stone hall bursts into wild howling and clapping. All the wolves sitting at the wooden tables are very rich and have big territories, and they all start chattering their teeth with excitement."Finally, our noses will smell the wolf who owns this mount
Derek lets out a low, sarcastic chuckle. "Is that the text, Ms. Argent? Your she-wolf heart is so generous, begging your future mate to save your past bond's life. Should my wolf prepare a grand tribute gift for your oh-so-powerful Chosen Alpha Candidate?"Hearing the deep mockery dripping from his tongue, I shake my head, my disappointment heavy. "Your rogue soul is completely hopeless. Even at a life-and-death moment like this, your inner wolf is still drowning in petty jealousy. Let my tongue tell you an uncomfortable truth—Jackson Whittemore possesses the raw territory power to handle Stiles Stilinski. Your pride might hate the scent, but it is the absolute truth."Derek replies coldly, his back already turning to me, "His wolf must be a very grand beast. But my claws do not need another dog to handle my hunts."With those final words, his boots click against the stone as he walks out into the dark forest alone.Seeing his opening, Scott crawls up to my side with a friendly, submi







